Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn

from John Keats – To Autumn on Rap Genius

Clear funeral imagery here. There’s something quaint about insignificant gnats mourning the passing of summer, but, like any good Romantic, Keats takes this minor observation and lets his mind wonder with it into far more profound territory.

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